Anyone want some fresh squirrel for their supper? Bless its heart. Woodrow gave me the honor today. He is obsessed with these creatures - seriously, he patrols the grounds every half hour for them. But he's never caught one (he ain't the sharpest tool). And then today, on our walk, he starts barking at them up in the trees and this little baby one got so scared it fell right out. Had to be a 18' fall. And next thing I know it is in Woodrow's mouth. I got it out, and it was still alive, and I couldn't see any blood, but this thing was hurt. I'm telling myself from the fall more than the hound.
We go home, I'm so gross I shower (I actually stood in the shower - this is big for tired people who just baptize themselves back to get most of the shampoo out), and he is laying on the mat by the shower. Then he is pacing. Then back to the shower. Something is up. I check his legs, they are scratched up (common when trying to climb up trees after these things), but still he wont sit still. I open the front door to get a flyer and he is off. 90 miles an hour down the street, into the woods, to check on his prey. I'm not exactly dressed (unless the neighbors want a lesson in g's), and so I find some dirty clothes in the laundry room to throw on and off I run after him. No bra, things flapping, not pretty.
Sure enough, there he is. The poor baby squirrel was screaming and I was expecting a blood bath but Charlie was just staring at this poor helpless thing that had managed to climb 6'' up the tree but go no further. It's squirrel mommy and daddy were running frantically around us and I felt just plain old bad.
Can I take a baby squirrel to the emergency weekend vet?
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